Miranda's POV
Old business, he'd said, but the tension in his shoulders told me more. I pulled the covers over my body, heart racing. Was this my life now, waiting for him like some kept woman?
By morning, he was gone again, a note on the pillow: Explore, I will be back soon. I slipped into yoga pants and a tank from the wardrobe, the fabric hugging my curves, and wandered the mansion's vastness. My thoughts churned on his rough past mirroring my loss, his lessons awakening hungers I never knew.
Was I falling too fast? The gym's glass walls caught my eye, steam fogging from inside. I peeked through, spotting Albert on a treadmill, sweat glistening on his bare chest, muscles rippling with each stride. He was mesmerizing, powerful, and I hid behind a bush, watching secretly, my main part clenching at the sight.
He switched to weights, grunting with effort, his shorts riding low on his hips. Heat flushed my cheeks, but I couldn't look away. Minutes passed, my breath quickening, until he spotted me in the mirror, a grin breaking his focus, "enjoying the view, Miranda?"
I startled, stepping inside, "I was just walking, didn't mean to spy."
He set the bar down, wiping sweat with a towel, "come join, workout with me, it'll be fun."
I hesitated, then nodded, "okay, show me what to do."
He pulled me to a mat, his body close, slick with perspiration, "yoga poses first, stretch with me." We moved together, his hands guiding my hips into downward dog, the two bells between his legs brushing my soft lower body part. Sweat run down my face, and our breaths syncing, "feel that control?" he murmured.
I glanced back, "it's hot in here."
He chuckled, flipping me to face him, "literally, let's make it erotic, kiss me."
Our lips crashed, intense and salty from his workout. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming, while his hands yanked my tank up, exposing my chest. He ground against me, his hard rod pressing through his shorts into my thigh, "grind back, learn to tease."
I moaned into his kiss, hips rolling, my main part aching as our sweat-slicked bodies slid together, "Albert, you're driving me crazy."
"Good," he growled, pinning me down for pushups over me, his rod rubbing my core each dip, "control your breaths, feel the build."
We tumbled into more, laughing breathlessly between grinds and kisses, my confidence surging as I pushed him back, straddling his waist, "my turn to ride."
He groaned, "Perfect, yes, you're getting bold."
That evening, back in the bedroom, candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls. Albert undressed me slowly, his eyes devouring, "tonight, we go all the way, you ready?"
I nodded, nervous but eager, "I think, I am."
He laid me back, kissing down my neck, licking my chest so hard, tongue swirling until I arched, "your tits are perfect," he said, moving lower, parting my thighs. His tongue delved into my main part, lapping deep, circling my center before plunging inside to taste my wetness. I gripped the sheets, sweet rhymes escaped my lips, "Oh goodness, Albert, don't stop."
He ate me out relentlessly, tongue thrusting in and out, fingers joining to stretch me gently, "you're so tight, and ready." I came hard, my main part pulsing around his mouth.
Then he positioned himself, his thick rod at my entrance, veined and throbbing, "slow, breathe with me." He pushed in inch by inch, the head stretching my virgin main part, pain mixing with pleasure as he filled me completely, "That is it! You're gripping me like a vice."
I gasped, nails digging into his back, "it hurts but… keep going."
He thrust gently by building rhythm, his rod sliding deep, hitting spots that made me cry out, "move with me, Miranda, feel every inch." We rocked together, sweat building, my chest bouncing with each pump, mutual groans filling the room. He flipped me on top, guiding my hips, "ride me now, take control."
I sank down, his rod burying deeper inside of
me, my main part clenching around him as I bounced, pleasure overwhelming, "I'm coming again," I screamed, collapsing as waves hit.
He followed, thrusting up, filling me with his grain, "you're mine," he panted, pulling me close.
We cuddled, his arms around me, bodies entwined in bliss. My eyes drifted to the nightstand, spotting a framed photo half-hidden under a book, Albert with a stunning woman with their arms linked. Her smile is intimate. Jealousy stabbed me sharp, "who's that?" I whispered, picking it up, "an ex?"
He tensed, glancing over, "That's old flame from my porn days, nothing important."
But his voice wavered, and I set it down, my heart twisting, "looks like more than nothing, Albert, tell me the truth."
He sighed pulling away slightly, "she's in the past, but yeah, we were close, why does it matter now?"
I sat up covering myself with the sheet, "because I'm here, giving you everything, and you're hiding stuff from me!"
His eyes darkened with regret, as a sudden wave of nausea hit me. Wait, was that morning sickness already? No, too soon, but the thought mixing with the jealousy as I fell asleep.
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Albert's POV
I woke to Miranda's soft breathing beside me, her body curled under the sheets, still flushed from last night's passion. Her jealousy over that damn photo had sparked something fierce, and now her nausea comment hung heavy. Pregnant? No, too early, but the thought stirred a strange warmth in me. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her, and grabbed the photo from the nightstand—me and Vanessa, years ago, before I left porn for tech. I should've tossed it ages ago, but sentimentality was a bitch.
Over breakfast, Miranda joined me in the dining hall, her eyes wary as she sipped coffee, "so, that woman in the photo, you going to explain or just dodge it?"
I leaned back, setting my mug down, "Vanessa, old girlfriend from my adult film days, we were tight once, but it's old history, nothing to worry about."
She frowned, picking at her toast, "didn't look old, you kept her picture by your bed."
I sighed, "it's just a relic, Miranda, I'm meeting her today, though, business stuff, my company's got a subsidiary tied to adult entertainment, she's pitching something."
Her eyes flashed, "you're seeing her? After last night?"
"It's work," I said, reaching for her hand, "trust me, I'm all about you now."
She pulled away, "sure, Albert, just don't expect me to be thrilled."
I left for downtown, her words stinging. The meeting was at a sleek café, Vanessa already there, her red dress hugging curves I once knew too well. She smiled, too familiar, "Albert, you look good, still got that fire?"
I sat, keeping it professional, "let's cut to it, Vanessa, what's the pitch?"
She leaned in, her perfume sharp, "new streaming platform for adult content, my company's leading it, partner with your subsidiary, we'd make bank, and maybe… have some fun on the side?"
Her hand grazed mine, and I pulled back, "no deal, I'm out of that life, and I'm not interested in rekindling anything."
She pouted, "still a heartbreaker, you know those old tapes could leak, ruin your squeaky-clean CEO vibe."
I leaned forward, voice low, "threaten me again, and you'll regret it, my focus is elsewhere."
Her eyes narrowed, but she backed off, "your loss, Mondragon."
Driving home, Miranda's face filled my mind—her soft moans, her tight pussy gripping me last night. Vanessa was a ghost; Miranda was real, and I needed to prove it.
I found her in the lounge, curled on a couch, her face stormy, "how was your ex?" she snapped, arms crossed.
"Business, like I said," I replied, pulling her up, "but you're upset, let's fix that."
She glared, "fix it? You think sex solves everything?"
I smirked, "it helps, come on, new lesson, you'll like it."
I led her to the bedroom, my hands already tugging her dress off, revealing her bare breasts, nipples hard. I stripped fast, my cock thick and ready, "doggy style, Miranda, you'll feel me deeper."
She hesitated, then nodded, "show me."
I positioned her on the bed, knees spread, ass up, her pussy glistening. I knelt behind, rubbing my dick along her slit, teasing her clit, "relax, let me in." I pushed slowly, my cockhead stretching her, sliding into her wet heat inch by inch, filling her tight pussy completely. She moaned, loud, "fuck, Albert, it's so much."
"Take it," I growled, thrusting steady, my hands gripping her hips, "move with me, feel it." Her tits swayed as I fucked her, slow at first, then harder, her pussy clenching my shaft, pulling me deeper. I reached around, fingers circling her clit, making her scream, "I'm coming!"
Her orgasm hit, pussy pulsing around my dick, and I thrust faster, cumming hard, filling her with hot spurts. We collapsed, panting, my cock still twitching inside her.
"You're sweet and mine forever," I whispered, kissing her shoulder, "no one else."
She rolled over, eyes searching mine, "I'm falling in love with you, Albert, it scares me."
My chest tightened, words catching, "Miranda, I…" I wanted to say it back, but something held me—fear, maybe, of what love meant in this fucked-up situation.
Before I could find the words, a sharp alarm blared through the mansion, red lights flashing on the walls. I bolted up, "what the hell?"
Miranda sat up, clutching the sheet, "what's that?"
"Security breach, my office," I said, yanking on pants, "stay here, lock the door."
Her eyes widened, "Albert, don't leave me!"
"I'll be back," I said, rushing out, heart pounding as the alarm screamed, a chilling thought hitting—someone was in my office, and with Vanessa's threat fresh, this felt like no coincidence.